Can't Come To The Phone;; Healer Needed.

[Grey]

It's easy to let anger cloud your judgement, allow words to become twisted. This was the thrill of arguing, adding fuel to a fire that just needed a little more to explode. His eyes narrow in amusement towards Owen's response, the fury that boiled within him. He tries not to grin but he knows his smug face is coming, beginning to form around his features, lips curling at the mention of his name. Ah, he had really gotten him, he'd touched the other's temper. "My issue was towards you saying that you can't be blamed because Luca's immortal and should therefore forgive you, not the fact that you were fightin' to protect your stupid home," the Reaver replies, curling his tail behind him. He knew there was no way Owen would have known that Luca would regenerate from dying unless he had met the demon before, in circumstances that didn't involve bloodshed. He was mad. He wanted Owen to be crushed beneath the weight of everything, to realise how badly Bakugou hated those feral creatures. He doesn't blame Luca for maintaining a grudge. "You attacked Luca with the intent to kill, not carin' at the time if he was going to bloody regenerate, so of fuckin' course he's going to hold grudges."

The ragdoll snorts when he sees the indominous rex leave, feeling his shoulders loosen. Truthfully, he doesn't have the energy to keep arguing. He just wanted to see the raptor trainer crushed beneath his words because he didn't like the other male. He does, however, believe there to be a truth in his words. If this had been Luciferus or Feliks speaking, he was pretty sure that the way sentences were chained together would be less aggressive and more or less like a correction of the other's character, a way to clear up the fire. All Bakugou has ever known was to make things worse, sanguine eyes burning in Owen's direction as he left before huffing with a snort. As far as he was concerned, he had gotten the last laugh and oh boy did that feel good.